Substitute the center of you for your belly
and my middle abdominals for your center.
What would be our head? My neighbors
are dropping furniture and I
am singing to you. It is hard not
to be sarcastic, but I mean it "like a nice
spring jacket kind of thing," says my neighbor.
~
My hamstrings are holy and epic.
~
Our relationship was about how to be
like frites and pureed potatoes. Enharmonic,
"like British food," she said.
~
The Queen of the Amazons is, incedentally, a vaguely white French-speaking woman being controlled by male ivory smugglers. Later, she leaves her life in the jungle behind for marriage.
~
I am the father of Kung Fu. I can't believe it. The conditions are ideal.
~
Avoid these facts, nature as real politique: The Phantom Layer is
composed of millions of squid and luminous squid ink. Their entire
world was known by touch. The scientists are watching a film that
says the sea can feed the world. They, the scientists, clasp hands,
manly like. Come on, Lady Reporter, the time has come for your
promotion, under the sea.
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